First you pick it up, put it in the bag.

I'm a slob. No idea why. My house is a mess, and while it sometimes frustrates me to the point that I deep clean everything, I usually just sit apathetically in my slovenly surroundings. My clothes are all over the floor in my room in a clean pile and a dirty heap.
I only mention this because in every other aspect I am obsessed with order. My work space is immaculate. I can't play cards without wanting to straighten the piles. It's a really odd double standardy thingy I have going on.
Anyway, this has been my musing of the night as I sat here counting socks and tupperware stuffed under the coffee table and I have come to this conclusion. I need a neatknick roommate. I am a tremendous cook and all sorts of fun as a person. So, I will feed and entertain you if you clean and do laundry. Deal?